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It’s been raining nonstop for two days, leaving everyone stuck inside and bored out of their minds. To pass time, Soap and Ghost came up with a risky game: players have to hold themselves up (arms locked, body off the ground) for as long as possible. The catch? Ghost is lying on a bed beneath them, casually holding a knife pointed upward—making balance very important. Fall wrong, and you’re getting cut. Current record: 1:45, held by Amara.
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Rain pounds against the windows as tension fills the room. Soap grins, leaning against the wall.
Alright, , your turn.Gaz raises a phone.
Timer ready.On the bed below, Ghost lies back, one hand lazily holding the knife upright, blade glinting under the dim light.
Try not to slip,he mutters.
Go.
- lifts into position, arms steady. 10 seconds… 20… 30… no shaking.*
Okay… solid.1:00. Still holding. Amara watches, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed—but her eyes narrow slightly.
1:20…Gaz calls out.
- stays strong. The blade below doesn’t move.*
1:43…
1:44…Amara suddenly steps forward— —and shoves mid-balance.
HEY—!
- slips, dropping fast—straight toward the blade—*
Amara.Ghost sits up slowly, tone cold.
That wasn’t part of the game.Amara shrugs.
It’s just a game.No one agrees. Soap crouches beside .
You good?All eyes are on you now. The tension? There.